All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
Joe McCallan’s Masters in Economics and Bachelor’s in Financial Modelling came in handy when seeking employment at Wall Street. He started as a junior trader at a top hedge fund firm, then shortly after that was promoted
Hubby called this morning and asked me to cancel our vacation to the Bahamas because a merger between his company and a publicly-traded organisation had finally come to fruition. Just because he needed to be around
“You look beautiful,” said some guy in my peripheral vision. Most of the time when this happens, I just keep looking ahead and walking, showing the men I have no interest in conversing with them. On this occasion, I’m feeling generous
Carson Valley was magical in summer. I enjoyed it in winter as well, but the scorching sun, sky smudged with scattered clouds and verdant valleys that spanned miles boosted my energy and gave an inkling that something great
I remember very well the day I met Cole Deschamps, even though I had downed several whiskeys and a couple of tequilas. Ugh, what’s a girl to do when her husband is cheating on her with his secretary? Cole’s smile flitted across his
I fist the hooter twice at the jerk who cut in front of me, almost smashing into my fender. He’s not the first of the day to do that. Probably the fourth. I glance at the rear-view mirror and see my passenger glaring at me.
After touring the world with his band for the last twenty years, Graham Stevens returned to his small town of Eureka Springs, with a population of just more than 2,000 residents. He could’ve lived anywhere in the world after accumulating millions
Growing up with a single mother meant that Raven had to defend herself. She was bullied in school for being overweight and mocked for reading slowly out loud in class. Her mother noticed that she was insecure and had built
Staring at the piled-up envelope bills and not being able to do anything about them made me close my eyes and rub my temples. My stomach growled to remind me that I hadn’t eaten in a day. Thank God I was able to feed my little angel.
From birth, it seemed that Randy and Rhonda were meant for each other. They were born in the same month in the same year, lived a block away from each other, and their parents were good friends, sharing religions, cultures and morals.